Blowing up a no-show
you walk out of
procession of primates.
Moon and memories
and million of years
to become a full being.
Cognition gained,
I touch the raw nerves
of liquid stones.
Roasted nuts,
I will taste you,
once I revise my vocabulary.
The laced stars,
one on one, I meet
the dark holes of your galaxy.
O god, at equal. I will
call you one day to
climb down from my shoulder.
Every age wipes out the footprints.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2019 20:51
- Category: Nature
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, RiverJordan.
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Comments2
Satis,
A brilliant piece!
~Laura~
You are natural
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